| | 111 | Author: | Pyrnelle, Louise Clarke | Add | | | Title: | Diddi, Dumps, and Tot  | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | THEY were three little sisters, daughters of a Southern planter, and they
lived in a big white house on a cotton plantation in Mississippi. The house
stood in a grove of cedars and live-oaks, and on one side was a flower-garden,
with two summer-houses covered with climbing roses and honey-suckles, where
the little girls would often have tea-parties in the pleasant spring and
summer days. Back of the house was a long avenue of water-oaks leading to
the quarters where the negroes lived. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 114 | Author: | Russell, Frank | Add | | | Title: | Myths of the Jicarilla Apache | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | In the under-world, Un-gó-ya-yen-ni, there was no sun, moon, or light of
any kind, except that emanating from large eagle feathers which the people carried about with them. This method of lighting proved unsatisfactory, and the head men of the tribe gathered in council to devise some plan for
lighting the world more brightly, One of the chiefs suggested that they make a sun and a moon. A great disk of yellow
paint was made upon the ground, and then placed in the sky. Although this miniature creation was too small to give much
light, it was allowed to make one circuit of the heavens ere it was taken down and made larger. Four times the sun set and
rose, and four times it was enlarged, before it was "as large as the earth and gave plenty of light." In the under-world
dwelt a wizard and a witch, who were much incensed at man's presumption and made such attempts to destroy the new
luminaries that both the sun and the moon fled from the lower world, leaving it again in darkness, and made their escape
to this earth, where they have never been molested, so that, until the present time, they continue to shine by night and by
day. The loss of the sun and moon brought the people together, that they might take council concerning the means of
restoring the lost light. Long they danced and sang, and made medicine. At length it was decided that they should go in
search of the sun. The Indian medicine-men caused four mountains to spring up, which grew by night with great noise,
and rested by day. The mountains increased in size until the fourth night, when they nearly reached the sky. Four boys
were sent to seek the cause of the failure of the mountains to reach the opening in the sky, ha-ná-za-ä,
through which the sun and moon had disappeared. The boys followed the tracks of two girls who had caused the
mountains to stop growing, until they reached some burrows in the side of the mountain, where all trace of the two
females disappeared. When their story was told to the people, the medicine-men said, "You who have injured us shall be
transformed into rabbits, that you may be of some use to mankind ; your bodies shall be eaten," and the rabbit has been
used for food by the human race down to the present day. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 116 | Author: | Schurz, Carl, 1829-1906 | Add | | | Title: | Abraham Lincoln : an essay | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | NO American can study the character and career of Abraham Lincoln without
being carried away by sentimental emotions. We are always inclined to idealize
that which we love,—a state of mind very unfavorable to the exercise of
sober critical judgment. It is therefore not surprising that most of those
who have written or spoken on that extraordinary man, even while conscientiously
endeavoring to draw a lifelike portraiture of his being, and to form a just
estimate of his public conduct, should have drifted into more or less
indiscriminating eulogy, painting his great features in the most glowing
colors, and covering with tender shadings whatever might look like a blemish. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 117 | Author: | Scott, Walter | Add | | | Title: | Letters on Demonology and Witchcraft | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Origin of the general Opinions respecting Demonology among Mankind
The Belief in the Immortality of the Soul is the main inducement
to credit its occasional re-appearance — The Philosophical Objections
to the Apparition of an Abstract Spirit little understood
by the Vulgar and Ignorant — The situations of excited Passion
incident to Humanity, which teach Men to wish or apprehend
Supernatural Apparitions — They are often presented by the Sleeping
Sense — Story of Somnambulism — The Influence of Credulity contagious,
so that Individuals will trust the Evidence of others in
despite of their own Senses — Examples from the "Historia
Verdadera" of Bernal Dias del Castillo, and from the Works of
Patrick Walker — The apparent Evidence of Intercourse with the
Supernatural World is sometimes owing to a depraved State of the
bodily Organ s — Difference between this Disorder and Insanity, in
which the Organs retain their tone, though that of the Mind is lost
— Rebellion of the Senses of a Lunatic against the current of his
Reveries — Narratives of a contrary Nature, in which the Evidence
of the Eyes overbore the Conviction of the Understanding
Example of a London Man of Pleasure — Of Nicolai, the German
Bookseller and Philosopher — Of a Patient of Dr. Gregory — Of an
Eminent Scottish Lawyer, deceased — Of this same fallacious
Disorder are other instances, which have but sudden and momentary
endurance — Apparition of Maupertuis — Of a late illustrious modern
Poet — The Cases quoted chiefly relating to false Impressions on the
Visual Nerve, those upon the Ear next considered — Delusions of the Touch chiefly
experienced in Sleep — Delusions. of the Taste — And of the Smelling — Sum of the
Argument. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 120 | Author: | Southall, James P. C. (James Powell Cocke), b. 1871. | Add | | | Title: | In the days of my youth when I was a student in the University
of Virginia, 1888-1893. | | | | Published: | 2000 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | ALMOST MY EARLIEST RECOLLECTION OF RICHMOND, WHERE I grew up, is the scene of a vast concourse of people assembled
in Capitol Square between the Washington Monument and the
Governor's Mansion, to witness the unveiling of the statue of
Stonewall Jackson, and to listen to Dr. Hoge's eloquent oration
which was a chief part of the ceremony on that impressive
occasion. That was in 1875 when I was four years old; yet
somehow I was certainly there that day in the midst of the
throng, and while I remember the spectacle almost as vividly as
if I had seen it yesterday, I cannot recall whether I was with my
mother and father or simply with my dear old mammy, Malvina.
In those days of my early boyhood, Richmond on the James,
outwardly, not yet inwardly recovered from the ugly scars of the
Civil War, was an historic and picturesque old residential town
that stretched or sprawled several miles from Church Hill — the
site of St. John's Church where Patrick Henry a century ago had
shouted "Give me liberty, or give me death! "— westward as far as
Hollywood Cemetery, where
... sleep the brave who sink to rest
By all their country's wishes blest.
The port of Rocketts at the foot of Church Hill and just below the Falls of
James River was the head of
tidewater, as far up the big river as a steamer could come; so if you had a mind
to go to Norfolk by the sea
about a hundred miles away, you might get on board a side-wheeler, somewhat
ironically called the Ariel,
which used to leave the wharf at Rocketts early in the morning and was lucky if
it got to Norfolk by bedtime
that evening. How ever, if you were in a hurry, you had another alternative and
could go by train, changing
cars in Petersburg; although, even then it was doubtful whether you would reach
Norfolk ahead of the Ariel,
for in the days of my youth trains in Virginia were almost invariably long
behind time. Time was not so
precious then as it is now, and the truth is it usually did not matter much when
you reached your destination. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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